Empty Is - Frank Sinatra

Speaks:

Empty is the sky before the sun wakes up

Empty is the eyes of animals in cages

Empty, faces of women mourning

When everything’s been taken from them

Me, don’t ask me about empty

Sings:

Empty is a string of dirty days

Held together by some rain

And the cold winds drumming at the trees again

Empty is the color of the fear

Long about September when the days

Go marching in a line toward November

Empty is the hour before sleep chills you every night

And pushes you to take me away from every kind of light

Empty is me.

Empty is me